Fox's Glade i'm up

The raccoon's spidery little claws grabbed for a nearby pine cone and Reggie's shoulders went rigid. He lobbed it at the fox instead of her, along with some feisty words. The young coyote's lips pressed together as he dished out a few mild insults, some of them directed at her and the rest at the red vulpine. The latter didn't seem overly perturbed by any of it; he leaped to the side, avoiding the missiles, grinning all the while. He was as swift as Regipre had suspected.

The fox's quiet quip about brain damage caused a puzzled expression to drift across her features, though the next moment, she resumed her poker face. Neither creature had paid any attention when she'd chosen sides, so maybe this was her signal; she should try to sneak away. Even as she began to assume her creep mode, the fox said the word sly and turned to face her, including her in the conversation again.

Reluctant though she was, Reggie drew in a breath. The last thing she wanted to do was upset either of the other animals, prompting them to attack. She wouldn't be able to escape unnoticed, so she had to play the game. She wasn't one for conversation but she would have to fly by the seat of her pants today if she didn't want to get eaten. She didn't think she would survive even a small wound at this point.

"I guess not," she said rather tonelessly, not sure what else to say. She definitely wasn't about to join in the banter. "What are your names?" she asked inanely.